Tag: blog of the day
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deadlines
Do you ever feel like Your brain has a million Tabs open at once? Or you are swimming upstream And the flow of the river Grows even more Turbulent? Do you ever feel like The small pit of anxiety In the middle of your stomach Has just started Blossoming Into a large, flowering Unwelcome Tree?…
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focus
I promise that I get inspired to write by more than what comes to me during yoga. But lately, the messages I need have come to me during this time, and I can’t help but share in case they resonate with you. I’ve been very open about the stress that happens in medical school (surprise!).…
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rituals and root-cause analysis
“I don’t feel like myself today.” Do you ever say this to yourself? That has been my feeling for the past few days. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is that feels off, but I just have this feeling that there is something a little off about my mood or mentality or my spirit. My…
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silence
As I sit in the silence of the morning–flooded by light–I think about the silence filling the world. Silence that sifts through hospital rooms, behind masks and shields, greeting those are ill. The silence that fills the space where family should be, normally would be–now empty space reserved for a time in the future, a…
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little inconveniences
Drip drop, drip drop. I’ve heard it a million times from a million people before. “Oh, there it is again, the stupid sink dripping water all night long, waking me up in the middle of the night, keeping me where I can’t sleep. I’ll ask him to fix it but he’ll probably forget, or when…
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identity
What if your identity Is not found in the big city But in a small town Where few people are brown or black But mostly different shades of white And every day the sun shines down as they Continue to fight the good fight To pay the bills And maybe some buy the pills Just…
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soul-work
Two days ago, I packed by bags and moved to Boston, MA. The night before was full of tears, happy ones and sad ones, long hugs, prayers, and motivating words. Honestly, I was completely terrified. And I’m working through those emotions and trying to allow God to guide my life, to dictate when and where…
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poems from seaside
I think there are so many poems about the ocean because it is simultaneously violent and peaceful. At the same time it crashes against the coast destroys a weak vessel and carries away debris It smoothes the rocky shore coos the frightened bird and hugs your planted feet. It somehow reminds us gently chaotically simply…
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sacred places
“There are no unsacred places; / there are only sacred places and desecrated places.” — Wendell Berry I’m starting to understand that there truly are no unsacred places — this is a bold claim. Some may perceive the site where a white American minister burned himself alive in the name of racial reconciliation as unsacred,…